Praise in Play
Though here we play as much as praise
on meaning's true intent, -
her friend to spend all nights and days
in palace or in tent.
Against all bets he lately met
a siren sweet as wise
beyond her years as any yet,
an angel in disguise.
Each cheek with morn's first flush competes, -
wild rose runs second best, -
her charm sweet modesty completes
unequalled all the rest.
Intelligence is not a word
to bandy much about,
however here 'twould be absurd
for both inside and out
her gentle air with inner light
outshines the brightest star, -
by day and night to guide fond knight,
for her all travel far.
The walls that others see dissolve
as phase - though passing long -
leave space, let latent hopes evolve
and shed protections strong.
Her talents leave the Muses meek,
broad mind's lined treasure chest -
here art, there music, magnifique -
and multilingual blest.
As vintage wine her poetry,
our lady of the dance
excels as all men must agree
in England, U.S., France.
She means much more poetry
more of a gift than chance,
more than an opportunity -
incentive to advance.
Words insufficient are to speak
her praise, we have confessed,
though Jason golden fleece would seek
with her content I'd rest.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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